JDatersAnonymous has moved to JDatersAnonymous.com. Visit us there, or try my other blog: My Urban Kvetch.

Thursday, September 01, 2005

Wise Up

It's hard to listen to. You don' tknow whether it's words or melody that affect you on this kind of basic molecular level. But whatever the cause, the resultant helplessness resonates in your ears as you hear the vocal desperation, and the lyrics afflict you like labor.
It's hard to listen to. But sometimes, viscerally and inexplicably, it provides you with the blueprint for, or at least, nudges you toward, recovery.
It's hard to listen to. And you can't explain it. But sometimes, it helps.
"Wise Up"by Aimee MannIt's not what you thoughtWhen you first began itYou got what you wantNow you can hardly stand it thoughBy now you know it's notGoing to stopIt's not going to stopIt's not going to stop'Til you wise upYou're sure there's a cureAnd you have finally found itYou think one drinkwill shrink you 'tilyou're underground and living downBut it's not going to stopIt's not going to stopIt's not going to stop'Til you wise upPrepare a list of what you needBefore you sign away the deed'Cause it's not going to stopIt's not going to stopIt's not going to stop'Til you wise upNo it's not going to stop 'Til you wise upNow it's not going to stopSo just give up...

1 comment:

Damn, that's good. The faint hope clause guy in me is wondering if the last "give up" could be interpreted as "give in". Suggesting that if you accept your feelings as truth (instead of situational myopia) that this costructed fabric of unreality might be exsistant enough to sustain you.

But I know that's just not true. Giving up implies starting over (to me). I've listened to this song a bunch of times, but never really understood it. I've always just let its warm comforting tones soothe my pain. Now I have a bit more to consider.